𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟽: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏

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One and Seven's face-to-face had led to a fated friendship

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One and Seven's face-to-face had led to a fated friendship. The two were all each other had, and as the months wore on they would spend any spare time they had peering at each other through a portal. Which had become more plentiful for both as of late, since Dr. Brenner's attention had shifted to other subjects.

They had stopped physically visiting each other's rooms after Dr. Brenner had nearly walked in on them once. One had amassed a variety of bruises from flinging herself back through a portal and onto her hard linoleum floor. Being able to see and speak to each other was enough for them.

Having nothing to do other than talk, their conversations stretched through the entirety of their knowledge about the world. Which wasn't much, but they were both rather creative and didn't have much trouble filling in the blanks.

They would talk about their abilities, the other kids, life outside the Lab, their hypothetical families and friends...

Lately their conversation had turned to something more fantastical: escape. They spent several days jokingly strategizing about the crazy ways they would break out of the Lab. Or at least, it was all a joke to One.

Most of their plans obviously included using One's portal-making abilities, but Seven had also begun to throw his mind-controlling abilities into the gambit.

"Wouldn't it be so much more satisfying if they made Papa release every single one of them?"

"Wouldn't it feel good to watch Papa lock himself into one of their rooms for eternity?"

"Wouldn't they experience great joy from watching Papa hurt himself?"

One laughed along uncomfortably whenever Seven made these remarks, but lately she was beginning to wonder if he meant them. They couldn't actually escape. Where would they go? How would they survive? One figured herself to be 12-13, and Seven seemed to be about the same age as her. She had no recollection of the outside world but she didn't think two kids could make it on their own. Papa had said it was dangerous out there.

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